Pleasure Pollinator

I am a lover.
I just want to love.
And be loved.
It’s so simple.
Yet, feels so complicated, sometimes

I don’t want to play games.
I don’t want to feel lonely while laying next to a lover.

I want to hold your heart.
I want to feel your soul.
Can you trust me?
Can you let me see the parts you’re afraid to be?

Can I show you mine, too?

Can we play and laugh and love and f**k and play some more?

Can we be like children, laying in the grass and whispering secrets to the fairies in our minds?

Can we play pretend but remember that this love is real?

That’s it’s here for us to drink, to fill us up and remind us that we are whole and perfect just as we are and there’s no need for us to pretend that we are anything we are not.

We just get to be who we really are.

Open hearts.
Open bodies.
Chest to chest.
Heart to heart.
Lovers being lovers.

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A piece of writing I found in my notes paired with some portraits that feel like some of the most authentic photos of me I’ve ever had 🖤🤍

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Walkin’ into the next level of who I be like… 😉

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